Chapter 171 Killer, people will always kill
Yannan County, the ancestral home of the Fang family.
The ancient buildings reflect the long history of this place, and the low houses made of stones are gathered together, without any trace of modern technology.
In the center of these stone houses stands the only two-story building. The furnishings in the building are extremely simple, and there are not many things. It looks so empty and so natural.
This is the center of the Fang family's ancestral land, and it is also the place where the highest ruling class of the entire Yannan family lives.
No one knows how old the ancestor living in the stone house is, and no one knows what kind of strength this ancestor is.
They only know that the ancestors have lived for a long time, at least five hundred years.
And five hundred years ago, he was already the Great Heavenly King.
All in all, the ancestors in the stone house have a very high status and status, and ordinary people should not disturb them easily unless something important happens.
It happens to be a big event tonight.
When Fang Jingtian, the elder of Yannan's Presbyterian Church, received the call from Fang Xiang, he hurried to the ancestral land, quickly walked up to the second floor of the stone house, and knelt respectfully on the ground.
The room was dark, the line of sight seemed to be no more than five meters, and it was extremely cold, like falling into an ice cave in the twelfth lunar month.
Rao is with Fang Jingtian's strength, but only lasted for five minutes, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, his lips quietly turned purple, and his pupils were a little dizzy.
He was shivering from the cold.
If this continues, he might freeze to death here before the sun rises the next day.
However, Fang Jingtian still didn't get up, but his forehead was even lower.
It lasted for more than an hour. The corners of his mouth were chapped, frost gradually formed on his clothes, his consciousness began to falter, and his expression was in a trance.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
…
A crisp sound came into Fang Jingtian's eardrums suddenly, he could not help but shake his spirits, and shook his head forcibly to wake himself up.
The thud thud rang for more than a dozen times before it stopped abruptly.
A thin, crooked figure slowly appeared in the darkness, and a hoarse woman's voice came from the figure.
"Kneeling for a long time, have you ever realized your mistake?"
"The disciple knows his mistake, and I hope that the ancestor will punish him severely."
Fang Jingtian said in a deep voice with a trembling voice, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold ground, not daring to raise his head at all.
He could clearly feel that the speaking woman was standing in front of him at this moment, and he even saw the woman's pair of ancient embroidered shoes and the dragon-headed crutch in her hand.
This person is the existing ancestor of the Yannan clan, who is well-known throughout the Great Qin Empire.
The old woman glanced at Fang Jingtian lightly, then turned around and walked to a corner of the stone house with a cane, sat on the agarwood chair, and said coldly:
"Punishment? Just punishment?"
Hearing this, Fang Jingtian's entire back was instantly soaked in cold sweat, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on the back of his neck, but it was quickly frozen into ice by the ubiquitous chill in the room.
"Disciple would like to ask the dead ear!" He roared loudly, gritted his teeth firmly, and spoke decisively.
The old woman on the wooden chair sneered again, and then asked:
"Please die? Will please die solve the problem?"
This time, Fang Jingtian didn't know how to answer.
But he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, full of the feeling of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.
The old woman's words just now are equivalent to saying that he can be spared the death penalty, and he can continue to live for a while, so she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
"The disciple knows that he has made a big mistake and caused our Fang family to lose several heavenly kings. He deserves death. I just hope that the ancestor can give the disciple a chance to make a contribution to the crime.
The disciple’s life is worthless, but it can be used to some extent. The disciple really does not want to die in vain, so I ask the ancestor to give an order. Whether it is going to the border or the imperial capital, the disciple will never complain. "Fang Jingtian said sonorously and forcefully.
Hearing this, the old woman looked calm and said lightly:
"You are wrong, every life of my Li family disciple is very valuable, not anyone can be killed if he wants to, murder pays with life, debts are repaid, this is a matter of course.
Since someone made a move, let the murderer pay for it with his life. "
"Reporting to the ancestor, according to the news from the imperial capital, the other party came prepared, and had an insight first, and the elders' meeting had a wrong estimate of Qin Mo's strength..."
Afterwards, Fang Jingtian roughly explained the information that Fang Xiang sent back.
The old woman listened quietly all the time, her expression didn't change a bit during the period, but her eyelids moved a little when she heard that no one escaped from the sky.
After Fang Jingtian finished speaking, the stone house fell into a long silence, only the endless darkness kept surging, and tens of thousands of fine ice crystals solidified and exploded.
The old woman drooped her eyelids and said nothing for a long time. After she pondered for a while, she slowly opened her mouth and said:
"This time, our Fang family won't be wronged."
Um?
Fang Jingtian, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his eyebrows. He was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask.
"Let's get up first." The old woman said lightly.
Hearing this, Fang Jingtian got up just now, his body was already extremely stiff, the chill had invaded his internal organs, and the candle of life was swinging back and forth, flickering unsteadily.
A cup of tea suspends silently by itself, and floats in front of him. The tea lid opens by itself, and steam comes out of the tea cup.
"Thank you for the tea."
Fang Jingtian hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and then dared to stretch out his trembling hands to take the tea in front of him, pour it down his throat and drink it up in one gulp.
Teng Teng's hot air quickly spread to every corner of his body along the esophagus, he couldn't help shivering, let out a long breath of cold air, and felt calm.
However, this behavior of the old woman can't help but make him more suspicious just now.
What exactly happened to ease the attitude of the ancestor?
He knows the temper of the ancestor.
This is a unpredictable, moody, decisive master.
That's why the operation in the imperial capital failed, and after the entire army of the nine heavenly kings was wiped out, he came to plead guilty non-stop.
If he came a little later, his life might really be lost.
The old woman doesn't care whether you are the king of heaven or not.
For Fang, the Great Heavenly King is a very important upper-level power, but for her...
It’s just ants.
Just listen to the old woman continue to say: "All the content of this assassination operation is completely blocked, and those who know it, except Fang Xiang, are all recalled to Yannan County and issued a gag order, and absolutely no information can be disclosed to the outside world.
In addition, all actions against Qin Mo can be temporarily stopped. "
Hiss? !
All stop?
Fang Sedian is stupid.
He couldn't help but said: "Reporting to the ancestor, Qin Mo is only 23 years old this year, and already possesses the terrifying strength of the fifth level of the king of heaven, and his growth rate is extremely terrifying. Within one month, he has been promoted to the fourth level one after another.
If the assassination of him is stopped now, then in another year or so, he will grow up completely, and I will not be able to suppress it even if I want to.
This child possesses the talents of the heavens, and there is no one in the ages. He must not be kept. I hope the ancestors will think twice. "
Fang Jingtian knelt on the ground again, deep in his eyes was deep fear, and what he feared was Qin Mo's potential.
Qin Mo and the Qingyang Li family have already been bound together, and when he grows up, it means that the Li family's strength will increase greatly.
At that time, whether it is the royal family or their thousand-year-old families, where is there any way to survive?
As the saying goes, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, when the enemy is strong and the self is weak, the Fang family can only die!
If you don’t kill him, you will be killed by him sooner or later.
It is right to strike first and be strong.
Fang Jingtian can imagine it, and the old woman who has lived for hundreds of years can also imagine it, and she can see it more thoroughly and far-reaching.
The old woman coldly glanced at Fang Jingtian who was kneeling on the ground, her cloudy eyes revealed a glare.
She said in a cold tone: "It's extremely stupid!"
"Do you know who is the protector arranged by the Qingyang Li family for Qin Mo? Do you know that even if nine great heavenly kings are sent to attack and kill tonight, the whole army will be wiped out?"
Fang Jingtian was shocked, his eyes widened.
"The world has the same power, even if I go there in person, I can't say that I can absolutely kill someone under Li Er's hands, how dare you fool?
Don't stop now, are you planning to take all of us Fang into it? "
Every question is like a heavy hammer, hitting Fang Jingtian's heart hard.
He opened his mouth wide in a daze, his eyes were blank, unable to accept such a large amount of information for a while.
Even the ancestors are not sure?
Doesn’t that mean…
The Qingyang Li family also used ancestor-level figures?
Letting an ancestor of a family become a guardian for a young disciple, how important is this?
At this moment, Fang Jingtian still wanted to kill Qin Mo, but in an instant his mouth was full of bitterness, vented his anger, and said sadly:
"With the ancestor of the Li family protecting the way, Qin Mo's growth is unstoppable. What should our Fang family do?"
He seemed to be hundreds of years old in an instant, and the smugness in his heart had been crushed by the old woman just now.
Qin Mo is so dazzling, his talent is like a mountain of weight, pressing on Fang Jingtian's back, making him breathless.
In his eyes, the future is already dark.
As long as Qin Mo is here, the Yannan clan will never be able to make it to the top.
Even…
These ancient families that have been passed down for thousands of years will fall apart in this era.
And all of this is because of Qin Mo alone.
The more Fang Jingtian thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the more hopeless he felt.
But at this moment, a crutch flew like lightning, piercing his left shoulder blade fiercely, driving his whole body into the air, and nailing him to the stone wall.
Blood gurgled out, and then was frozen into ice by the endless cold. The severe pain clearly entered Fang Jingtian's mind. He gritted his teeth tightly, not daring to cry out the pain.
The old woman stared at him coldly, and said lightly:
"You really are an idiot, you, the position of the great elder, will take it by yourself later."
"yes."
Fang Jingtian gritted his teeth, a look of sadness flashed across his painfully distorted face, but he didn't dare to question the old woman's order at all.
After the old woman deprived him of his status as the Great Elder, she said calmly:
"If we don't kill, it doesn't mean that Lin and Liu won't kill. With the nature of those two families, after seeing us block the news, they will definitely try to find out.
At that time, they will know Qin Mo's terrifying talent, but as long as they don't know the specific details, they will not guess that Li Er is Qin Mo's guardian.
This boring loss cannot be eaten by our Fang family. "
"The ancestor wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone?
Use Li's knife to weaken the strength of Liu and Lin. When the two sides fight, the Chu family in Zhenbei will not stand by. Our Fang family can take advantage of this time to accumulate strength and slowly plan. "
Fang Jingtian endured the pain and thought carefully, countless plots flashed through his mind.
He knew that after this night...
The troubled times of Daqin have officially begun!
The old woman did not continue to scold him for being an idiot this time. She nodded slightly and said:
"This is just one of them, as for the second..."
The old woman squinted her eyes, the wrinkles on her face were like the roots of an old tree, and a sharp light flashed in the depths of her eyes.
"After half a month, you will go to the imperial capital with me, and I will arrange it myself."
Hiss!
Fang Jingming took a deep breath, half of it was pain, and the other half was shock.
The ancestor actually wanted to visit the imperial capital in person, which is really a big deal.
You must know that the old lady in front of her has not stepped out of this stone house for three hundred years.
Now, it is because Qin Mo, a genius in the sky, wants to go to the imperial capital in person to lay out a big game of chess with the ancestor of the Li family. The two sides are obviously going to play a personal game.
Based on this alone, it is enough to see that the ancestor attached great importance to Qin Mo.
Fang Jingtian didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly replied: "I understand, I will make arrangements immediately."
Boom!
The crutch flew out like lightning, across the darkness and back to the ancestor, Fang Jingtian fell to the ground with a thud.
"Go down." The old woman said lightly.
Hearing the words, Fang Jingtian didn't dare to say more, knelt on the ground and gave a deep salute, then retreated slowly.
After he left, only the weak breathing of the old woman was left in the silent stone house.
She still squinted her eyes tightly, and various lights kept flickering in her eyes.
After a long time, the old woman mocked and said to herself in a cold voice:
"Seven hundred years have passed, Li Er, you really don't give up!"
…
…
at the same time.
Emperor Capital, Fang's Castle.
The faint evening breeze gently brushed Qin Mo's cheeks and swept over his brows.
Qin Mo stood alone on the top floor of the old castle, like a ghost, or the **** of death descending from hell.
At this time, seven hours had passed since he was attacked and killed.
The bloodstains and corpses on the pavement of Guanghong Street have all been cleaned up by the Security Bureau, and the identity of the deceased has also been confirmed during Li's emergency search.
A group of nine heavenly kings are indeed all members of the Yannan clan.
so…
Qin Mo will appear here.
He came to Fang's castle at four o'clock in the morning. Naturally, what he wanted to do was not to visit, let alone drink tea with Fang Guogong.
He is coming to...
kill! people! of!
First, the Daqin Prison bought murderers, and then there was an ambush at the door of the house...
Repeatedly, again and again, the Yannan clan went on and on, clearly wanting his life.
Even if it was made by a clay figurine, I'm afraid it would be full of anger, not to mention that Qin Mo is not a clay figurine, he is... a body of steel.
Since this is the case, what else is there to say?
Those who kill, people will always kill them.
You know, Qin Mo has never been a good tempered person.
So...
In the endless dark night sky, Qin Mo flew down.
Death's sickle, raised at the same time.
(end of this chapter)